Surrounded by a variety of gazes, Xu Xian felt somewhat uncomfortable.
He didn't feel much toward those who admired him, envied him, or even those who wanted to kill him.
After all... he had seen many such scenes and had long since grown accustomed to them.
However, he found it somewhat unacceptable that someone—not even human, and a male at that—was coveting his body.
He thought to himself that when the fighting started, he would take that one down first.
For now, he and Shuer couldn't understand what the Twilight Emperor intended with this performance or what his ulterior motives were.
The boundary wall before them was similar to the one the Old Tortoise had set up in the Cloud-Marsh World.
Yet, it was more exquisite than the Old Tortoise's; it couldn't be brought down by human force, nor could divine sense penetrate it.
Seeing the Wendao Sword Sect grouping together, the other beings naturally followed suit, spontaneously gathering into clusters.
They huddled around the prodigies of their respective sects and tribes, wary of one another and watching like tigers eyeing their prey.
It was as if Xu Xian's arrival had opened the chapter for a group battle.
As for the rogue cultivators, they instinctively shrank into the corners, looking at the monsters and demons surrounding them.
Where was the high spirit and fighting will they had before entering? Every one of them was filled with deep regret.
Fourth and fifth-grade beasts, fifth and sixth-rank demons, and sixth and seventh-stage monsters were everywhere.
There were also various spirits that were neither human nor beast, looking strange and bizarre, their species and cultivation stages impossible to discern.
Xu Xian's seventh stage was considered ordinary here.
To be honest, competing against such a crowd, they couldn't see any possibility of winning.
They calculated in their hearts that they should forget about the immortal opportunity and just focus on staying alive.
Of course, there were also some opportunists clutching invisibility talismans and speed talismans, planning to fish in troubled waters and profit from the chaos.
Such people were everywhere.
A similar scene was playing out on the other seven high platforms.
First came the chaos, then the grouping, and finally the mutual scrutiny and tension.
Sects confronted one another. Races confronted one another. The killing intent was bone-chilling.
The juniors of the Three Sects and the Six Schools naturally formed one group.
Their high-end combat power was slightly inferior, but they were the most numerous.
The demon race also gathered together, benefiting from the Heavenly Demon race's cohesion and the following of the mortal and earthly demons; neither their strength nor their numbers could be underestimated.
The monsters of the East Desolation formed one group, while the monsters of the North Sea preferred to fight alone.
Each one was incredibly arrogant, looking down on everyone else as if the cultivators and spirits present were nothing more than people waiting to be slain.
However, they did have the capital to be arrogant; there were quite a few seventh-grade beast emperors, and beast kings were everywhere.
Every single one of them would fetch a high price if sold in the Central Plains of Fanzhou, as their bloodlines were quite valuable.
There were also human disciples from hidden sects still mixed in the crowd.
This might be their first time appearing in the mortal realm.
Their strength wasn't bad, but unfortunately, they were slightly inferior to the spirits and the descendants of the demon immortals from the North Sea.
Although no fighting had started yet, their gazes were already clashing.
Privately, they were also plotting who to kill first once things began.
The prodigies of the fifth, sixth, and seventh stages, being the seed contestants, were secretly searching for targets that might pose a threat to them.
They were conducting analysis and testing.
Xu Xian was no exception, silently memorizing all those with high cultivation stages.
In his view, since everyone was under a hundred years old, a higher stage represented higher talent and a higher status within their sect or family.
Which meant they were more valuable.
Being valuable was very important. It was important to Xu Xian, and it was also important to them; being valuable meant they could stay alive.
Of course, they didn't know that yet.
...
Lin Qianqian and Yao Xiaoxiao were assigned to the same high platform, and they naturally became the core of the Wendao Sword Sect on that platform.
Yao Xiaoxiao said, "Once it starts, we'll go find the Little Grand-Uncle and ignore everything else."
Lin Qianqian nodded vigorously. "I completely agree."
Zhang Yang and Tu Kongkong were assigned together. There were fewer than a hundred Wendao Sword Sect disciples on this platform, making them the smallest group with average strength.
Zhang Yang was quite nervous, but he still forced himself to stand at the front, glaring at anyone who looked at him.
To increase his intimidation, he even specifically stripped off his shirt, revealing his bronze-colored muscles.
As a result, even more people looked at him.
There was confusion, surprise, and naturally, disgust in their eyes.
They couldn't figure out what he was doing.
Was he an exhibitionist? Or some kind of pervert?
Especially with the underage Tu Kongkong standing next to him—a burly man and a child, a middle-aged man and a lolita.
No matter how you looked at it, it was strange.
Tu Kongkong felt very uncomfortable and whispered, "A-Yang, why don't you put your clothes back on?"
"No need," Zhang Yang said firmly.
"Aren't you cold?"
"It's just a bit of wind and frost."
"Uh..."
Tu Kongkong lowered her eyes, not knowing what to say, only feeling that it was so embarrassing.
Zhang Yang struck poses, showing off his muscles, and promised, "Don't worry, Twelfth Grand-Ancestor, I will protect you."
Tu Kongkong: "..."
Tu Kongkong: "Okay!"
The surrounding Wendao Sword Sect disciples were either shaking their heads or covering their faces. This was going to be difficult!
Xia Chu Yi was lucky enough to appear with Lu Yuan—at least, Xia Chu Yi felt it was lucky.
People always said that ruthless people didn't talk much.
Lu Yuan didn't talk much.
So, she had always believed that in the entire Wendao Sword Sect, aside from her own uncle, Lu Yuan was the most ruthless among the younger generation.
A guy who never looked at the road when he walked—how could he not be ruthless?
Being with a ruthless person meant her safety was guaranteed.
Relying on Lu Yuan's presence, she became a bit more arrogant.
By sheer coincidence, Bai Mang, played by Chi Ji, also appeared on this platform.
He was surrounded by a group of demons like a monarch.
Having heard that he was the demon son, Xia Chu Yi's eyes were filled with blatant provocation; she found him unpleasant no matter how she looked at him.
Because rumors outside said that the demon son, Bai Mang, was Xu Xian's rival.
What nerve! Who did he think he was, trying to compare himself to her uncle?
Especially when she heard the demons surrounding him arrogantly saying they would take down her uncle, she became even more upset.
Puffing out her cheeks, she glared at him fiercely, as if trying to kill him with her eyes.
Chi Ji felt this sharp gaze and found it baffling.
She thought to herself that she hadn't provoked this young girl.
Could it be that Bai Mang had bullied her when he was out? It was all very confusing.
Xia Chu Yi said to Lu Yuan, "Brother Lu, I want to take that guy down."
Lu Yuan spat out a single word: "Do it."
"You do it; I can't beat him," Xia Chu Yi urged.
Lu Yuan didn't say anything.
"Are you scared?" Xia Chu Yi goaded.
Lu Yuan still didn't say a word.
The little girl kept rambling like a monk chanting sutras; Lu Yuan felt like his head was about to explode, as if ten thousand birds were chirping at his forehead.
She could really talk!
"Is it because you can't beat him?"
"Say something!"
"I misjudged you."
"I'm so disappointed..."
Lu Yuan lost his patience and snapped, "Don't just pick a fight; that might be your relative for all we know."
Xia Chu Yi was stunned. "What do you mean?"
Lu Yuan feigned ignorance and shrugged. "Nothing."
"..."
On the other platforms, the Wendao Sword Sect disciples were also huddling together for warmth, but without the Golden Generation present, they felt somewhat like they lacked a backbone.
However, someone would always stand up and lead.
For example... on a certain platform, a hot-headed youth at the late foundation establishment stage raised his arm and shouted loudly:
"Don't panic, everyone! I, Niu Batian of Falling Cloud Peak, will protect you all!"
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